"Well?" he whispered. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. Voilà tout. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. " "At your peril, sirrah!" cried Wood.
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